Fending For Myself, Will I Survive?

So, I bundled up the wife and kids and shipped them down to the Farm. They'll hang out there for a couple weeks while the oldest boy tackles swim camp. This means I get the house to myself for the next little while. But after I watched the car drive off, I turned around and was ... well ... lost. What the hell do I do now?

In the pre-kids era, I would have found absolutely no difficulty in finding something to get into, something to work on. Now, is absolutely mind boggling how much these two little monsters take over your life. The slogan used to be "looking out for number one", but now I'm easily a distant third. It takes one moment, like being alone in the house, to make this concept clear. This must be how those wacky salmon feel when they swim up the Fraser River to spawn. It's not in their best interest to do this, they will die. But, they do it anyway for the kids, kids they'll never see. At least they don't have to worry about report cards, terrible two's, and buying a mini-van. mmmmmm.... salmon (Homer voice).

Luckily, I do have a fair bit of shows that I zapped on the trusty ol' PVR, a huge backlog of CSI; and the honeymoon period on the HDTV has not subsided yet, which is surprising. I'll also try to recapture my previous mastery of the art of taking a nap. But, in the end, I'll probably end up doing something kid related, like assembling that wood play center for the backyard, or something like that.

But the first thing to do is figure out how that darn washing machine works...